Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.